Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.Cooke, John Esten
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Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.
Cooke, John Esten
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories
“I took the cup and poured the tea into a saucer. At the bottom was
a modicum of white powder, undissolved. I poured the tea into the
cup again--then a second time into the saucer. This time nothing
remained--and I proceeded to pour cream into the saucer, until it was
filled. Madam watched me with distended eyes, and trembling from head to
foot. Then suddenly she uttered a cry--a movement of mine had caused the
cry.
“I had gone to the fire where a cat was reposing upon the rug,
and placed the saucer before her. In two minutes its contents had
disappeared down the throat of the cat. Five minutes afterward
the animal was seized with violent convulsions--uttered unearthly
cries--tore the carpet with its claws--glared around in a sort of
despair--rolled on its back, beat the air with its paws--and expired.
“I turned to madam, who was gazing at me with distended eyes, and
pointing to the cat, said:--
“‘See this unfortunate animal, madam! Her death is curious. She has died
in convulsions, in consequence of drinking a cup of tea!’”
XXI.
THE FOILS.
“Up to this moment,” continued Mohun, “madam had exhibited every
indication of nervous excitement, and a sort of terror. Had that arisen
from a feeling of suspense, and the unexpected discovery of her intent
by the proposed victim? I know not; but now, when all was discovered,
her manner suddenly changed.
“She glared at me like a wild animal driven to bay. Her pearly teeth
closed upon her under lip until the blood started. Pallid, but defiant,
she uttered a low hoarse sound which resembled the growl of a tigress
from whom her prey has been snatched, and with a firm and haughty step
left the apartment, glaring over her shoulder at me to the last.
“Then her step was heard upon the great staircase; she slowly ascended
to her chamber; the door opened, then closed--and I sat down, overcome
for an instant by the terrible scene, within three paces of the dead
animal, destroyed by the poison intended for myself.
“This paralysis of mind lasted only for a moment, however. I rose
coolly; directed the old servant, who alone had witnessed the scene, to
retire, and carefully abstain from uttering a word of what had passed
before him--then I leaned upon the mantel-piece, reflected for five
minutes--and in that time I had formed my resolution.
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